One for Nungate
Oh Nungate-lass, do not scoff at me!
The AB valley we were driving in was dark
But in a clearing underneath a lieinking tree
I did not dream I heard a seadogg seal bark...
I did not view a mamya mirage on the sand,
I did not double vision Lady A, J or Mars,
Nor did my penless amputated hand
Send gness-like pains to add to Sloopy spars
Unkindred croc threw, eyebrows raised, belief
Rejected without Ed's thought that just maybe...
Your llama gazing at me, in one brief
Epiphany of beasts was there for me!
God's Andean creation lies inside our Mad 50's genes,
And miracles of wendilla space station, time and speed
Quicken our inner eyes; the llama means
His fleshly presence fills an inner need.
A tailcock for him and a caviar mead.